A white curtain playing with the wind
A chalk Pablo Picasso
A merry dream
An irresponsible blackboard eraser
A liberating chime
A running you,
Your world could be seen from the rooftops
The softly etched in my heart,
scribblings from my youth;
With which feelings
will my future self
look back upon them?
The always painful in my heart
childish failures;
It will be great when the time comes
where I can even laugh at them
Even becoming an adult,
might not be so bad
The sigh of worn-out shoes
The harmony of dribbles
The low sky
The culture festival that encouraged me
The after-school Juliet,
The you that cried,
Your dreams come true showered us with big drops
I want it to be more soaked,
this feeling that only exists now,
The degree to which it burns us,
even though it is clumsy,
won't come back a second time
Surely I know which path did
Everyone pass through,
My yesterday self
is waving his hand
With an honest heart, let's open
tomorrow's door
A world seen from the rooftops
The softly etched in my heart
scribblings from my youth;
With which feelings
will my future self
look back upon them?
The always painful in my heart
childish failures;
It will be great when the time comes
where I can even laugh at them
Even becoming an adult,
might not be so bad
Might not be so bad at all
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